"A child's prayer'

                                            (In  earlier months we found ourselves warily fatigued, famished amid carnal                                   idealizations and immediate recreations.)
                                             All along the terrestrial forests, a sacred hymn discoursed along illumined trails of seething foliage, 
                                             elfin honeybees swiveled along mortal boughs of celestial tiding.
                                             sullen oak tree pinions swayed and withered between pale morning hours                                                of placid daylight.
                                             bucolic backgrounds combusted in unquenchable flame
                                            wrought in an diabolic forenoon.
                                             It was, and is; of the earths tranquil heat and kindred velocity; quaintly                                 shimmering in arid billows of seasonal mist upon the voluptuous vale hillsides.                                 Let us not fail to render the toxicity of
                                             mortal flesh and 
                                             avarice
                                             Ascend! do the autumn nymphs rise above barren foothills of
                                             broken humanly spirit; maternally lost amid embryonic constellations of mythological eternities;
                                            speak no more the sarcastic anecdotes that pull ascetic tapestries down upon the poor widows livelihoods.  
                                  
                                             immersed  in desolate refuge , misplaced and depraved amid scorching deserts of abundant futility,
                                   reposed at the hot-gates of Crete
                                           We marveled amongst ourselves humbly,  while eminent days transgressed in transient intervals of leisure; wrought through illustrious fields of columned grain and moonlit eclipses,  Fidelity being our central focus and desired objective; while our hearts acquiesced demonic motes of routine interactions, subtle coquetries of negligence, our digression flickered incessantly through our frail psyches,
                            
                                               Evening residences; rural silos and lemon-yellow husks of interstate evanescence, (aside a pleasant state highway)
                                                   . A 57' Chevy sauntered up the remote desert mountains; below emblazoning atmospheres of ultraviolet piety;
                                               crescent pinnacles of freeway breathing, automatic, then hushed to dissipation..
                  
                                              (A child's prayer)
                      
                                        Priceless hymns echo down neighborhood walkways; tombstone stove of electricity; hand-me-down damasks spread out in retrospective kitchen alignments; we listened vigilantly while narrative talk show hosts unraveled our domesticated fate. Papa beat me to a bloody pulp when bringing up politics; he was always drunk, so it didn't make any difference if we were in a bar.